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[00:17.73]Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans
[00:20.35]Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
[00:23.24]There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
[00:25.91]Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
[00:28.96]He never ever learned to read or write so well
[00:31.48]But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell
[00:34.16]Go go, go Johnny go go
[00:37.69]Go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go
[00:43.37]Go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode
[00:51.55]He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
[00:54.38]And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
[00:57.44]Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
[01:00.22]Stroming to the rhythm that the drivers made
[01:03.12]People passing by would stop and say
[01:05.78]Oh my, that little country boy could play
[01:09.07]Go go, go Johnny go go
[01:12.34]Go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go
[01:17.76]Go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode
[01:43.45]His mother told him someday he would be a man
[02:03.14]And he would be the leader of a big old band
[02:06.20]Many people coming from miles around
[02:09.06]To hear him play his music when the sun go down
[02:11.91]Maybe someday your name would be in lights
[02:14.77]Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight
[02:16.83]Go go, go go Johnny go
[02:20.69]Go go Johnny go, go go Johnny go
[02:25.71]Go go Johnny go, Johnny B. Goode
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